OT Re Border inspection --a laugh on me!

The recent stories from others of their border inspection experiences brings back a long forgotten incident in my early days.
    We were traveling from CA to Oklahoma (1945) at a time when fruit was not allowed to cross the Statelines.  I knew that my Grandmother loved CA oranges which was quite a treat for her.  I was about 14 or 15 at the time and having been an amputee since I was 10, I decided to put a couple of oranges into the hollow inside of my then Woooden Leg.  After walking around at several rest stops I discovered that orange juice was leaking out of my foot into my shoe.  Needless to say that ended my career in smuggling forever.  My leg continued to smell like stale Orange Juice for about 3 weeks.
 
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